Summary

Listen, if it took her a frighteningly long time to come to the conclusion that Theon, the drunken literal-sailor slumped next to her on the couch wanted to bang her, potentially also on the couch, well, no one could blame her. (It had been 2-for-1 Long Islands at Yara’s bar, she had gotten free tequila shots thanks to Margaery, and she’d been trying to win a bet and drink Jon- I Drink Away My Feelings and Brood -Snow under the table.

(She had won, of course, but let that not eclipse the secondary victory of the evening).

Theon wanted to fuck her. More importantly, Theon was seemingly unaware that he was confessing all of this to her, the object of his desires... oh, fuck yes.

Summary

It was a strange sight, one that caused the battlefield to go silent, for the warriors to pause in their defensive attacks. Even the Army of the Dead swiveled their rotting skulls to watch as Sansa Stark, a gleaming broadsword strapped to her hip, bare-armed and with eyes that held a dark promise, strode towards the final horseman.

Or, a priestess makes a deal and Sansa keeps her promise, in snake-skin boots.

Summary

Theon slid into the passenger seat and immediately unplugged her phone, sliding the sync cord into his headphone jack. “Okay Sans, I made two playlists: songs Robb would cry to, and songs Jon would masturbate to. Which one do you want? To be honest, they’re mostly the same but - ”

Sansa’s eyes slid heavenward as she tuned him out completely, adding a new resolution to her list: #6. Don’t kill Theon.

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OR Sansa & Theon take a twelve-hour road-trip together for spring break. Some drama, lots of arguments over who should be the DJ, and definitely some unresolved sexual tension. I mean, it's basically what powers the car.

Summary

Jon glanced up and his lip curled in distaste. “Stark,” he nearly growled, lifting his beer to acknowledge her before gulping the last of it, curling his free hand into a fist. Robb’s face shot up from where he was nuzzling Jeyne’s neck at the sound of his surname, before seeing that Sansa had walked up and rolling his eyes. Theon merely sniggered.

“Snow,” she sniffed derisively, trying to ignore the heat pooling in her lower belly - rather unsuccessfully, judging by the flush spreading across her collarbone. That fucker. He had no right to turn her on with those damned dark eyes and stupid curls pulled back into a smart bun at the back of his head.

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Modern Wedding AU where Sansa is drunk and thirsty AF for Jon's body, Jon is suppressing his feelings rather unsuccessfully, Arya tries to convince them to play nice for the weekend, and Theon is, well, Theon.

Summary

Peace between the northerners and the free folk was what Jon had fought for, died for, wanted more than almost anything. There was only one thing that Jon had wanted more than that—secret though that want had been—and Tormund realized that he was about to get everything Jon had ever wanted.

Tormund turned his mind from Lord Crow. Dead men didn't speak, and after all, Jon too had always done what needed to be done. He would have understood.

It seemed Tormund would be stealing a woman after all.

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Tensions mount between the northerners and the free folk. Sansa, Queen in the North, sees only one path before her—brutal and unwanted though it may be.

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“My mother murdered my father,” he tells her quietly. “She loved him but she poisoned him. He was a muggle-born. He told her that he was a halfblood.”

Pansy looks faintly repulsed and incredibly horrified. “She killed him for being a muggle-born?” She’s holding on to herself, clawing her nails into the weave of her distressed knit jumper. Blaise wants to pry her fingers free, but he just runs the pad of his thumb over a seam in the parquet floor.

He looks up at her, eyes dark, and glances pointedly at the skull on her ring finger.

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AU. A marriage law is instigated during Hermione's sixth year. Hermione considers her options and makes her choice, it just wasn't the one they were expecting. By saving herself Hermione's decisions cause ripples to run through the Order. The game has changed, those left behind need to adapt to survive. Canon up to the HBP, Dumbledore lives, Horcrux are still in play